"Blank tried to talk to me about it once." Bucky hadn't been in any kind of state to talk to anyone then. Especially not a mostly-stranger. Even now he wasn't really comfortable about it, and he knew Miguel much better than most people on the station now. "I think he was talking to someone. Annie. Like a therapist." He didn't know if that meant she wouldn't share, or if she'd been the only one he'd talked to.
He saw Miguel's body language change and, as unintentional as it was, his started to mirror it some too.
"I sleep on the floor." It had been something he'd done back in his other word too, but helped either way. "More solid. Feels less like..." He didn't finish the thought and just grabbed another bit of dough. This one didn't roll out quite as smooth or as gracefully as the others had. "I don't bother trying all night anymore. I get another hour or two when Wanda gets here."
He finished rolling the last of the dough and covered the tray to let them rise some. "But I don't have anyone who would-" notice? care? That sounded depressing even for him. "I live alone, I don't have to fake the routine."